Young Crazed Peeling, chapter 1
Twenty-year-old Billie Joe Armstrong paced nervously back and forth in his beat up residence.
"Billie, will you loosen the fuck up?" Tre said laying his hands on his shoulders, trying to un-stiffen his fellow band mate. "It's just a new roommate, not a...a...fricken zombie!" Billie scowled.
Tre was the only one who was excited for the new rommate, and it was because she was a chick. Billie wasn't so sure. He was afraid that having this new human in the house, would create a disaster. Billie Joe, personally, enjoyed staying up at all hours of the night, drinking, being loud, and playing his guitar as loud as he wanted, whenever he wanted. He was also afraid that the three of them might not get along with the new girl. Whatever. And what type of girl agrees to live with three guys anyway? He was afraid of the type of person they were getting.
his ears picked up to a knock on the door.
"Not it!" shouted Tre and Mike at the same time. Billie rolled his eyes and made his way to the door, opening it to reveal a girl, about his height. She was wearing tight straight-legged strap pants, a Clash shirt, and a Minor Threat leather studded jacket. She had jet black messy mosh pit hair, and one single dread that covered one of her eyes. Billie stood there, mouth wide open. Her eyes narrowed as she started to tap her black chuck on the ground.
"Got a staring problem punk?" she growled. she had a mosh pit voice as well.
"Uh..no..um...are you the new rommate?" he asked, kicking himself for making a bad first impression.
"That I am. Can I get some help with my shit? I can't really bring it in myself."
Tre jumped in front of Billie.
"I'm just the man for the job lil' lady! Got a name sexy?"
She made a mad grimace.
"First of all, the name's Donna...Donna Mathews, not 'Lil lady. Second, call me sexy again and you will loose one of your testicles." Tre's eyes widened as his hands lowered fast to cover his package.
"And that's Mathews with one 'T'," she added.
"I...I'll help you. My name's Billie Joe," he said holding out his hand. She ignored his hand.
"I know who you are, Sweet Children...Green Day boy. And that must be the crazy as shit drummer...Cool something. Yeah..." she said looking over Billie's shoulder.
"And that must be tall, dark, and handsom what's his name." she said smiling slightly.
"The name's Dirnt. Mike Dirnt," Mike said from the background waving. Donna smiled and led Billie outside to her truck, a ford fairlane just like his own.
"Nice truck," Donna said gruffly pointing to his vehicle. "I like the blue paint."
"Thanks..." Billie said nervously.
Why is this chick making me nervous?
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"Well sorry about our house, It's really not that great," Billie Joe said helping Donna cart her stuff down the small hallway.
"I noticed," she sniffed. "Better than where I came from though."
Billie decided not to ask.
"This is Tre's room," he said pointing to a closed door, with record and drum company stickers all over it.
"I suggest you don't go in there."
Donna bobbed her head. "I probably will."
This chick must be really independent if she would even DARE go in Tre's room, even IF she just met him.
"This is my room, it's cleaner than Tre's, and there's Mike's, which is cleaner than both of ours..." he said still nervously. He hadn't told her about her room yet.
"Where's my room then?" she said frowning.
Billie took a deep breath. She wasn't going to like this, he could tell already.
"Well that's the thing..." he said leading her into his room, and pointing to a door. "That's your room."
Donna's mouth dropped.
"THE FUCK? I have to go through YOUR room to get into MINE?" she spewed.
"Uhh...yeah. Im sorry about that...but that's the only way that you could have a bathroom all to yourself, so you wouldn't have to share with us. And you also have the biggest room in the house. This was our band equipment room until we decided to move it into the garage after we found we needed to get a roomie."
"Oh," Donna said ruffling her hair. "This could be awkward."
"I know. But we have no choice. None of the guys wanted to move out of their rooms, so this is what we have."
Donna walked into the room. surveying it. It had a lot of band posters up, she liked that, and the bed that was in there is pretty decent.
"Ok, I like this. Help me move my stuff," she demanded
Billie Joe had a feeling that life around the house was going to get just a bit more hectic.
"Billie, will you loosen the fuck up?" Tre said laying his hands on his shoulders, trying to un-stiffen his fellow band mate. "It's just a new roommate, not a...a...fricken zombie!" Billie scowled.
Tre was the only one who was excited for the new rommate, and it was because she was a chick. Billie wasn't so sure. He was afraid that having this new human in the house, would create a disaster. Billie Joe, personally, enjoyed staying up at all hours of the night, drinking, being loud, and playing his guitar as loud as he wanted, whenever he wanted. He was also afraid that the three of them might not get along with the new girl. Whatever. And what type of girl agrees to live with three guys anyway? He was afraid of the type of person they were getting.
his ears picked up to a knock on the door.
"Not it!" shouted Tre and Mike at the same time. Billie rolled his eyes and made his way to the door, opening it to reveal a girl, about his height. She was wearing tight straight-legged strap pants, a Clash shirt, and a Minor Threat leather studded jacket. She had jet black messy mosh pit hair, and one single dread that covered one of her eyes. Billie stood there, mouth wide open. Her eyes narrowed as she started to tap her black chuck on the ground.
"Got a staring problem punk?" she growled. she had a mosh pit voice as well.
"Uh..no..um...are you the new rommate?" he asked, kicking himself for making a bad first impression.
"That I am. Can I get some help with my shit? I can't really bring it in myself."
Tre jumped in front of Billie.
"I'm just the man for the job lil' lady! Got a name sexy?"
She made a mad grimace.
"First of all, the name's Donna...Donna Mathews, not 'Lil lady. Second, call me sexy again and you will loose one of your testicles." Tre's eyes widened as his hands lowered fast to cover his package.
"And that's Mathews with one 'T'," she added.
"I...I'll help you. My name's Billie Joe," he said holding out his hand. She ignored his hand.
"I know who you are, Sweet Children...Green Day boy. And that must be the crazy as shit drummer...Cool something. Yeah..." she said looking over Billie's shoulder.
"And that must be tall, dark, and handsom what's his name." she said smiling slightly.
"The name's Dirnt. Mike Dirnt," Mike said from the background waving. Donna smiled and led Billie outside to her truck, a ford fairlane just like his own.
"Nice truck," Donna said gruffly pointing to his vehicle. "I like the blue paint."
"Thanks..." Billie said nervously.
Why is this chick making me nervous?
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"Well sorry about our house, It's really not that great," Billie Joe said helping Donna cart her stuff down the small hallway.
"I noticed," she sniffed. "Better than where I came from though."
Billie decided not to ask.
"This is Tre's room," he said pointing to a closed door, with record and drum company stickers all over it.
"I suggest you don't go in there."
Donna bobbed her head. "I probably will."
This chick must be really independent if she would even DARE go in Tre's room, even IF she just met him.
"This is my room, it's cleaner than Tre's, and there's Mike's, which is cleaner than both of ours..." he said still nervously. He hadn't told her about her room yet.
"Where's my room then?" she said frowning.
Billie took a deep breath. She wasn't going to like this, he could tell already.
"Well that's the thing..." he said leading her into his room, and pointing to a door. "That's your room."
Donna's mouth dropped.
"THE FUCK? I have to go through YOUR room to get into MINE?" she spewed.
"Uhh...yeah. Im sorry about that...but that's the only way that you could have a bathroom all to yourself, so you wouldn't have to share with us. And you also have the biggest room in the house. This was our band equipment room until we decided to move it into the garage after we found we needed to get a roomie."
"Oh," Donna said ruffling her hair. "This could be awkward."
"I know. But we have no choice. None of the guys wanted to move out of their rooms, so this is what we have."
Donna walked into the room. surveying it. It had a lot of band posters up, she liked that, and the bed that was in there is pretty decent.
"Ok, I like this. Help me move my stuff," she demanded
Billie Joe had a feeling that life around the house was going to get just a bit more hectic.
